Young Writers Society

PerfectIf it weren't for you,I'd be perfect.If you weren't here,I'd have someone on my side.If I had never met you,Never said hi;I'd know what it was like,To love and be ...

The waitress set the coffee down in front of him and smiled. It was a small town diner in a small town. Trace Johnson hated small towns and small town ...

Kayt Sinclaire walked down the busy street, red faced and smiling. She loved Christmas, it had always been her favorite holiday, and now, two weeks before, she was finishing her ...

His gaze trapped her. She was powerless against him; she knew that because of her love. She stood motionless, stuck in his trance. He broke the connection, muttering a profanity, ...

Mandie's Testimony "Do you know what I want to talk to you about, Mandie?" "Yes, Doctor. You want to ask me 'bout Danny. It won't do no good, though. I'm ...

Idea: to write a short story/prolouge to my existing story about a jewish settler in Israel in the 1940s before the state was formed, and his role fighting in the ...

He struck a chord when he played those chords My mind went racing back Spinning through time, and whirring colours Blue then pink, red than black I crashed back down ...

Having trouble building your own fantasy world? If you can't just get it down on paper try this link for a free world builder. It is easy to use, and ...

I added chapter three to it so you could see what it would look like... CHAPTER TWOKaylee led Roselin down the hall toward the maid’s quarters. When she approached the ...

I felt like writing something a little different, so I wrote this. It's short, but I actually spent longer on this than most stories - mainly due to research and ...

To My Father A small boy, looking up sees his father smiling down and he knows that he is loved. For his heart is of golden affection and diamond love. ...

Ha! I'm having some problems with it... For some strange reason, there's something missing from it. First of all, I'm not sure about the skins. Skins are frightenly easy to ...

She slips me a knife “Use it wisely,” she cries But the room is just silent She speaks with her eyes The doctors examine With stethoscope dreams All my succulent ...

Content with His Mediocre Life Content with my mediocre life The day flew past my reality Into the great expanse that is A dream. And it is within This sphere ...

When Time Passes with Quiet Feet When time passes with quiet feet, And the marrow of the earth, Calls out its dismal retreat, And returns to dust in marching beat, ...